Bad Day

Well I just washed my car and I think it's gonna rain

I'm not gonna quiver or complain

And I just smashed my hand on it's stupid metal frame

That's enough to drive us all insane

Nothing to sort out and nothing to do right

There's always a thorn in my side and it's not right

So complicated we're tired and unpaid

Tough to admit it accept it not my day

And now i'm just a target

I'd bridge to word it so i'm just standing where I just

Don't know, I know i'm not for you

And I should be asking how

Should I stay asleep, or brave it now

Nothing to sort out and nothing to do right

Always a thorn in my side and it's not right

So complicated we're tired and unpaid

It's tough to admit it, accept it not my day